She left her hair extension.
I kept it for her
Knowing she would return.
There was no pretension
That she was my lover.
Others have left things behind.
A girl left an earring.
I have always returned
But have never learned.
A sad magpie
Am I.
I have found many things:
Rings,
A hairband,
(Even a shoe of the high-heeled kind
I did find).
Yet still I do not understand
And often ask myself why?
For I
Am no magpie.
Someone said
A magpie
Killed a blackbird, stone dead
And that is why
He dislikes the magpie.
We laud it over the magpie for he is our inferior.
And we humans, being superior
Do good to one another
For who will
Kill
His brother?
K Morris - Poet 